Ira chewed diligently on the bread-stick he was holding and tried not to listen to the conversation, wishing he could be at home watching action films with his father.

"Ever thought that maybe we might wear these clothes because we don't have any other party clothes, genius?" was Auden's scathing response, "And you might be smart, but you're also arrogant and presumptuous," she was showing off unashamedly, now, proving her own smarts with the wide vocabulary that usually made her the butt of many a "geek" joke in school, "How would you know that your IQ's twice mine? For all you know, I might be a child prodigy or something." She was not, of course, but that, in her opinion, was irrelevant.